| Title: Consorted Authors: Jo & Brenda Series: Claimed, part 3 Pairings: Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom/Harry Sinclair/David Wenham; (Sean Bean/Dominic Monaghan; Viggo Mortensen/??) Rating: NC17 Summary: New vamps, new pets...and, yeah. All of the old fave vamps & pets, too. Plus, Elijah goes on a date. *grins* Disclaimer: Vampires still don't exist. And we doubt any of these things ever happened. But, you never know. Author's Notes: As ever, you guys all rock. We are humbled & thankful that so many of you love these guys as much as we do. We hope this last part entertains. *mwah*
"Just admiring," Dave replied, gaze resting on Harry and Karl, who were standing next to Viggo. "We're very lucky men." "Yeah," Orlando's answer was soft. "We definitely are." Viggo looked up, raised an eyebrow when Dave and Orlando walked up, hand in hand. "Nice of you to finally join us." "Sod off," Dave replied good-naturedly. He turned to Harry, caught his breath at the look in tawny eyes. "You ready?" Harry asked, running his thumb along Dave's jaw. "More than." Orlando untangled his hand from Dave's and stepped back, letting Karl pull him close. He leaned back against Karl, smiled when Karl's lips touched his jaw. //Love you.// //I love you.// Karl's arms tightened on Orlando's waist for a brief moment. "Are we ready?" Viggo's eyes moved around the room, briefly touching on Sean and Dom seated on the sofa, Elijah beside them. Then his pale blue gaze shifted to Orlando and Karl on the other side of the room, and one corner of his mouth twitched in what might have been a smile. All the witnesses nodded, and Viggo inclined his head. "We're ready," Harry said, voice soft, eyes still on Dave. Dave just nodded. "I can honestly say this is the first time I've ever done this," Viggo said in a dry tone, earning a few chuckles from those in the room. "Let's get started. Harry, what are your intentions here tonight?" Harry's gaze never left Viggo's. "I have claimed David Wenham. Tonight I wish to make him my pet and bind him to me." "And what will you give him?" "All that I am, all I will be." Harry tugged Dave's hand, pulled him closer. "I will share everything with him." Viggo continued. "Will you cherish him?" "Yes." "Protect him?" "Always." //One down...// Orlando smiled at Karl's words in his mind, ducked his head to hide his smile. He could distinctly remember the night not so long ago when Karl had bound him, and Orlando shivered a bit, grateful for Karl's arms around him. Viggo's eyes searched Harry's, looking for something in the amber depths. Satisfied, he smiled and nodded before turning to Dave. "David, you have heard what Harry offers. Do you wish to become his pet?" "Yes," Dave answered in a voice that was surprisingly calm. "And you do this of your own free will?" "Yes." Dave looked directly at Viggo and was snared by that crystalline gaze. Fuck...felt like Vig was melting his brain there for a second. Dave shook his head to clear it, smiled into Viggo's eyes. "You do that to everyone?" "Boy, does he ever," Orlando mumbled, and everyone laughed. Viggo waited until the laughter subsided, before turning his attention back to Dave. "And what do you give Harry?" "I will give him anything he asks," Dave answered simply. "Hope he never regrets that," Dom muttered just loud enough to be heard. "That is one of the eternal idiots he's--" His words were cut off by Sean's hand over his mouth. Viggo looked at Dom with a lifted eyebrow. "Can't believe you said that, Dominic. After all, look what a wonderful influence young Orlando has been on them." Orlando flushed hotly, twisting in Karl's arms to hide his face. More laughter rippled through the room, partly caused by the fact that Orlando was not the only one with the grace to blush at Viggo's words. "Moving right along," Viggo said, grinning in delight. He looked at Harry. "Will you mark him?" "Of course." Harry turned to Dave, fastened a leather bracelet to his wrist. "It's a Celtic knot," he explained when Dave twisted the bracelet around. "This particular one is the symbol for eternity. Which is what I will give you." Dave nodded, his eyes suddenly bright, throat too clogged for speech. Viggo waited a moment. "Only one? You're going to let Karl upstage you?" "I'm taking Dave to get his ear pierced tomorrow," Harry replied, winking. "He'll get the house crest then." Dave blinked. "You are? I am?" Orlando snickered, muffling it with his hand. Karl's head fell forward to rest on Orlando's shoulder, biting his lip to keep from letting his own laughter spill out. The other three just smiled blandly when Dave looked at them. "You're not...are you?" Harry just smiled. "Christ, this has got to be the oddest binding ceremony I've ever done." Viggo shook his head and laughed. "Let's get this over with. Who will witness this?" "We will," five voices answered in near unison. "Wow, in stereo," Dave said, looking around. Viggo suddenly seemed to find the ceiling interesting, tilting his head far back and looking at it. His voice sounded odd when he spoke, and everyone there was positive he was struggling not to laugh. "The claim is declared, accepted, and witnessed." His hand lifted, waved weakly. "You know what to do, Harry." "Finally," Harry stated, turning to Dave. He cradled Dave's head in his hands, and the depth of emotion shining out of his eyes snared Dave's heart yet again. "I love you," Harry whispered along Dave's neck before sinking into the soft skin with sharp fangs. Dave gasped as his head fell back, his eyes closed. Something, some force, picked him and tumbled him along, pulling him under and spinning him around until he knew nothing but Harry... Like feeding, but different. More. Twisted into something bright and terrible and overwhelming. Silly to have not asked Orli about this part of it. A thousand sensations swept through him -- desire, need, lust, love, belonging -- and they were all tied to Harry. Harry lifted his head, licked the small holes closed, still cradling his head. "I know this breaks protocol, but I've never been one much for rules," he stated, right before his lips claimed Dave's in a fierce, passionate kiss. "You won't hear me complain," Dave gasped when they parted. He swayed a little, leaning against Harry. "My turn now. Think we can bypass the dagger?" Viggo shrugged. "Don't see why not. You've got fangs, and God knows this has not been normal." Dave grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that." He nuzzled the underside of Harry's jaw, pressing soft kisses down his throat. "Love you, Harry," he murmured as he opened his mouth and sucked lightly over the pulse point. Then his fangs pierced Harry's skin, and Dave wondered who had ripped the world out from under his feet. He plummeted straight into an inferno of volcanic fury, bones liquefying, skin sizzling, atoms popping. Raw power surged through him like lightning, fast and furious, sparks igniting every inch of his body from the inside out. And through it all, the rich, earthy, copper taste of Harry flowed like honey over his lips, his tongue, down his throat. Fucking hell... Dave pulled back, licked the wound closed in a daze. "Whoa." "That would be Harry for you," Karl pronounced, sounding smug. "Anyone want to bet on how long it takes Harry to pounce?" Viggo's softly murmured question cause more muffled laughter. "I'd say just about as long as it takes him to open his eyes and look at Dave," Orlando said, shifting his body so that he rubbed against Karl. "You know, I can still hear," Harry murmured, blinking his eyes open slowly. "Remind me why we put up with them again?" he asked Dave, running his fingers through blond strands. "Because we have no choice?" Dave replied, smiling. "Ah, thought so." Then Dave's world exploded again when Harry tugged his head forward, claimed his mouth. Fuck soul-sucking, this was soul-reshaping, soul-redefining. Dave had never experienced anything quite like this. Every single part of his body hummed in recognition as Harry devoured him with a clever tongue and expert lips. "Think that's our cue to leave?" Elijah asked. Dom shrugged. "I'm surprised they still have their clothes on." "I'm surprised they," Sean gestured towards Karl and Orlando, "still have their clothes on." "We're behaving," Orlando protested, pulling away from Karl's lips. "We are?" Karl looked properly dismayed. "Fuck," Dave breathed, eyes wide when Harry lifted his head. "Do that again, and we won't have clothes on." "I don't want to see that!" Elijah squeaked, covering his eyes with both hands. "For once, child, we are in total agreement," Viggo stated. "No removal of clothing until we are completely finished, please." "You mean, we're not done yet?" Elijah looked around, puzzled. |